Chapter 5

Tasha Zayne returned.

It seemed she had heard about my “transformation” from her classmates—how Naomi Wyth had changed so much that she even hit a teacher and made a scene with the principal.

She kicked over my desk. “I take two days off, and you suddenly think you’re something special? Let me see which hand you used to hit Michelle.”

I didn’t even bother to look up, just slapped her across the face. “See? I used both hands.”

Tasha’s fingers clenched into a fist, her knuckles cracking.

“You bitch! How dare you hit me!”

She lunged at me, and we started to fight. Her tactics were childish—pulling hair and scratching arms. It didn’t take long for her to lose the upper hand.

I dragged her into the bathroom and pushed her head into the sink. The scene reminded me of my sister. She, too, had been held under the water, unable to breathe.

Michelle stood frozen at the bathroom door, too scared to move. It wasn’t until Tasha screamed that she finally grabbed a mop and approached.

“Michelle, what are you waiting for? Help me strip her clothes off! I’m going to make sure she gets her own video circulating online!”

Tasha’s eyes were filled with hatred as she screamed, her face contorted in rage.

“If you beat me fair and square, I’d have some respect for you. But you resort to such underhanded tactics, it’s disgusting.”

Michelle, taking advantage of a moment when I was distracted, struck me hard on the back with the mop. Tasha managed to free herself and pinned me down.

“Bitch! Slut! How dare you hit me!” she snarled, her nails raking across my face.

Only when she saw the blood did her fury morph into a twisted, sickening pleasure. A dark satisfaction gleamed in her eyes as she savored the moment. “Now,” she sneered with a cruel edge, “let’s see you try to flirt with the boys!”

The taste of blood filled my mouth. But instead of fear, I found myself smiling.

“Are you targeting me because I’m prettier than you? Are you jealous that all the boys in class like me?”

I guessed right. The moment I said this, Tasha’s expression changed.

“Is that why you have this seductive look on your face? Are you desperate for male attention?”

Everyone knew my sister was beautiful. It was no secret. Our family had always made an effort to maintain our looks. We had our own methods.

Looking at Tasha and Michelle, I couldn’t help but laugh so hard that I doubled over. People like them would make excellent beauty products.